Internet Friend

First time we met with Peter in London. We'd been chatting on that adult dating site for weeks, our messages full of flirty hints and shared fantasies that made my pulse race every time my phone buzzed. When I told him about my upcoming conference, and he mentioned his business trip is overlapping, it felt like fate.
We’ve agreed to meet for drinks at his hotel’s bar in central London on one of the evenings.
Stepping out of the conference, I smoothed my white blouse over my black bra, feeling the lace hug my medium breasts just right. My black pants clung to my slim legs, and those high heels made my steps confident. Underneath, my thongs already felt a bit snug against my pussy from the anticipation building all day.

I spotted him at the bar right away—tall, with a fitted shirt showing off his build, dark hair cropped short. My blue eyes met his, and a warm smile spread across my face as I approached. 'Lena?' he said, standing to greet me with a light hug that lingered just enough to send a spark through my body. We settled into a booth, ordering gin for me and whiskey for him. The bar's dim lights and soft chatter faded as we talked, our knees brushing under the table. His laugh rumbled low, making my skin tingle, and when his fingers grazed mine passing the glass, heat pooled low in my belly. He was open, respectful, matching my energy without pushing. 'Want to come up to my room?' he asked, voice steady but eyes intense. My heart pounded—excitement mixed with that safe thrill of knowing we both wanted this. I nodded, standing on slightly unsteady legs from the gin and the rush.

In the elevator, his hand rested on my waist, thumb circling lightly through my blouse, igniting little fires on my skin. The door to his room clicked shut, and he pulled me close. Our lips crashed together, soft at first, then hungry, tongues tangling with the sharp taste of our drinks. I felt his stubble scrape my chin, rough and exciting. He broke the kiss, eyes dark with desire, and used his teeth to catch the top button of my blouse. Slowly, he tugged it free, then the next, his hot breath fanning over my chest as he worked down. Each button popped, exposing more of me, and he planted rough kisses along the way—on my collarbone, between my breasts, down my belly. The warmth of his mouth contrasted the cool air, making my nipples tighten under my bra, aching already.

My breath hitched as his hand slid up my back, fingers deftly unclipping the bra. He yanked the straps down roughly, lips brushing the fabric away until it dropped to the floor. Standing there, half-exposed, I felt vulnerable, my light pink nipples were erect and sensitive. He stared for a moment, then leaned in, tongue circling one nipple slowly, wet and warm, before flicking the tip hard. Pleasure shot straight to my core, a sharp tug that made me gasp. He switched to the other, sucking roughly, teeth grazing the edge, the pull drawing whimpers from my throat. I closed my eyes, hands on his head, fingers tangled in his dark hair, but he grabbed my wrists, pinning them behind my back with one strong hand. 'Stay still,' he growled, voice low and commanding, sending a submissive shiver down my spine. His free hand kneaded my breast, pinching the nipple until it burned with delicious pain, my body yielding to his control.

Guiding me lower, his kisses trailed down my belly, breath hot and ragged against my skin, stirring the fine hairs there. Desire built inside me, a deep ache in my pussy. 'Take me now,' I whispered, voice thick with longing, but he smirked, eyes locking on mine. 'Not yet. Beg for it.' The dominance in his tone made my knees weak; I felt small, exposed, craving his lead. He shoved my pants down my legs with urgent tugs, the fabric scraping my thighs. I stepped out, heels kicked aside, leaving me in just my thongs, soaked through with my juices. He knelt, face pressing between my thighs, nose grinding against the damp thongs. His tongue lashed flat against them, devouring my taste through it—salty and musky, my juices were flooding the material. The rough pressure on my pussy lips made me buck, legs parting wider in surrender. I tried to peel the thongs off, but he slapped my hand away. 'No. I decide.' With a rip, he tore them down, the sting of the fabric snapping against my skin heightening the rawness. My shaved folds glistened, swollen and begging, the scent of my need thick in the air.

Emotions swirled—trust in this stranger who'd become so familiar online, excitement at finally touching him, and now this thrilling submission to his command. He pushed me back against the wall, the cool plaster biting into my bare ass, and dropped to his knees again. His fingers spread my lips wide, exposing my throbbing clit, and he dove in, tongue thrusting deep into my hole, lapping at my inner walls with feral hunger. I moaned, head falling back, but he pinned my hips, holding me immobile as he sucked my clit between his teeth, nipping just enough to make me cry out in a mix of pain and ecstasy. Waves of pleasure built, my body trembling under his assault, juices dripping down his chin.

'On your knees,' he ordered, standing and yanking me down by my hair—firm but not cruel, the pull igniting my submissive fire. I dropped eagerly, fingers fumbling with his belt, the clink echoing as I unbuttoned his trousers and dragged the zipper down. His pants and boxers pooled at his ankles, his semi-hard cock slapping against my cheek, warm and heavy. I opened wide, but he gripped the base, slapping the thickening shaft across my lips. 'Open wider, slut.' The word hit me like lightning, raw and degrading in the best way, my pussy clenching emptily. I obeyed, tongue out, and he shoved in deep, hitting the back of my throat. Gagging slightly, I hollowed my cheeks, sucking hard as he fucked my mouth with short, brutal thrusts. It grew to full hardness, veins pulsing against my tongue, pre-cum flooding my mouth—salty, thick, forcing me to swallow or choke. His hands tangled in my blonde hair, controlling the pace, using my mouth like his personal toy, grunts of pleasure vibrating through him.

We shed the rest—his shirt ripped off, my hair tousled wildly over my shoulders. Naked now, skin flushed and marked with light red from his grips, I felt claimed, desired in my surrender. His eyes devoured my figure, lingering on my heaving breasts, my blue eyes glazed with lust, the quiver of my ass. Mine fixed on his massive cock, rigid and leaking. He hauled me to the bed, shoving me face-down onto the sheets, ass up in the air. 'Spread your legs,' he commanded, and I did, exposing everything, vulnerability flooding me with heat. His palm cracked against my ass cheek, the sharp sting blooming into warmth, making me yelp and arch. 'Good girl.' The praise melted me, pussy dripping onto the mattress.

He mounted me from behind, cockhead nudging my entrance, teasing with shallow dips that stretched me just enough to ache. 'Beg.' 'Please, Peter, fuck me hard,' I gasped, pushing back desperately. With a savage thrust, he buried himself balls-deep, slamming against my cervix in one brutal stroke. The invasion was overwhelming—stretching my walls to their limit, the burn of fullness making me scream into the pillow. He didn't pause, pounding relentlessly, hips slapping my ass with wet, obscene smacks, each drive grinding deep, bruising that sensitive spot inside. Pain and pleasure blurred, my body rocking under his dominance, tits swaying heavily, nipples scraping the sheets.

His hands roamed, one fisting my hair to yank my head back, arching my spine, the other reaching under to maul my breasts—squeezing roughly, twisting my sensitive nipples until tears pricked my eyes. 'You love this, don't you? Being my fucktoy.' 'Yes,' I whimpered, voice breaking, the submission amplifying every sensation. He shifted, fingers finding my clit, pinching and rubbing viciously, the rough friction syncing with his punishing thrusts. The combo—his thick cock hammering my depths, clit under assault—shattered me. Tension coiled like a vice, my pussy spasming wildly around him.

I shattered with a guttural scream, squirting forcefully, hot streams jetting out around his pistoning shaft, soaking his thighs and the bed in a messy flood. My vision blurred, body convulsing in raw ecstasy, walls milking him desperately. He growled, slamming harder, chasing his peak. 'Take it all,' he snarled, burying deep as ropes of hot cum erupted, flooding my womb, pulsing against my cervix in thick, claiming bursts. I felt every spurt, the overflow leaking down my thighs, marking me as his. He collapsed over me, pinning me down, breaths ragged against my neck, the weight of his body a possessive blanket.

Waves pleasure were rippling through my sore, fulfilled body. It was raw, connecting, leaving me spent and yearning for more of that bold surrender.